Category Poetry

a fertile blur of supple serenity

Sometimes the only answer is “Do the reading.”

ask questions. think for yourself.

makes me muse.

say your prayers

I always assume that people who reply to a text with just “K” must be soooo busy.

Your magic is showing

this is where the poem ends

Do waanitaagwos na?

we looked so much brighter thanks to the dark

this is my boomstick

Good morning. I hope I was your knightmare in shining armor.

perishable items inside

Sometimes I feel like a tiny cup of tea in a world full of supersize soft drinks.